The momentum was already obvious.
Wall Street's great predators were tearing into Southeast Asia with savage abandon. The Bank of Thailand's defenses were on the verge of collapse, and blood was flowing into rivers.
In this epic-level financial game, ordinary people did not even qualify to watch from the sidelines. One careless misstep, and they would lose everything.
Yet they could sit securely aboard Sega's sturdy ship and calmly claim a share of the richest stew.
Hoshino suppressed his smile and had his assistant record each director's subscription amount one by one.
"Once the funds are in place, we'll route everything through offshore accounts to avoid all oversight and tracking." Hoshino put away the documents and gave the group a slight bow. "Gentlemen, over the next few months, please wait patiently for good news."
Nakayama Takuya leaned back in his chair, lifted the coffee at hand, and took a sip. His gaze passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows toward the gloomy sky in the distance.
The fire in Southeast Asia was finally about to blaze completely out of control.
The heavy walnut doors of the conference room were pushed open, and natural light from the corridor squeezed through the gap, dispersing some of the stifling air inside.
Nakayama Takuya reached up to loosen the tie that had been strangling him for half the day, then casually handed several financial reports on the repatriation of Southeast Asian funds from the board meeting to the assistant following behind him.
"Managing Director, Mr. Huang from NVIDIA has been waiting in the second-floor VIP room for half an hour." The assistant accepted the documents and reported in a lowered voice, with a trace of caution in his tone.
Nakayama Takuya nodded, rolled his slightly stiff neck, and turned toward the stairs.
When he pushed open